Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.